COULD'ST THOU LOOK AS DEAR. COULD'ST thou look as dear as when First I sigh'd for thee; Could'st thou make me feel again Oh! how blissful life would be! All would wake, coul'st thou but give me But to mourn the past; Never yet did heaven allow Love so warm, so wild, to last. Not e'en hope could now deceive me, THE YOUNG ROSE. THE young Rose which I gave thee, so dewy and bright, Was the flow'ret most dear to the sweet bird of night; Who oft by the moon o'er her blushes hath hung, And thril'd ev'ry leaf with the wild lay he sung, Oh! take thou this young Rose, and let her life be Prolong'd by the breath she will borrow from thee! For while o'er her bosom thy soft notes shall thrill, She'll think the sweet night bird is courting her still. OH! SOON RETURN. OUR white sail caught the ev'ning ray, Thro' many a clime our ship was driv'n, If ever yet my bosom found Its thoughts a moment turn'd from thee, "Twas when the combat rag'd around, And brave men look'd to me. But, though 'mid battle's wild alarm And then, when victory's calm came o'er LOVE'S LIGHT SUMMER CLOUD. PAIN and sorrow shall vanish before us, Each hour I number o'er, Worthy of thee, Then, be happy, for thus I adore thee. Tears of rapture alone shalt thou feel. Oh! if there be a charm* Then be happy, for thus I adore thee, Charms may wither, but feeling will last, All the shadow that e're shall fall o'er thee, Love's light summer-cloud sweetly shall cast. KEEP YOUR TEARS FOR ME. When 'midst the gay I meet That gentle smile of thine, Tho' still on me it turns most sweet, But when to me alone Your secret tears you show, The gay, Give smiles to those who love you less, The snow on Jura's steep Can smile with many a beam, Yet still in chains of coldness sleep, How bright soe'er it seem. *This is one of the many instances in which I have sacrificed Metre, [and I may add Sense,] to the wild structure of the air. But when some deep-felt ray, FANNY WAS IN THE GROVE. FANNY was in the grove, And Lubin her boy was nigh; And her soul was as her eye, Fanny was made for bliss, But she was young and shy, They wander'd beneath the shade; Was thrilling with love and fear. |